"Mmmmh..." Byleth shudders as her warmth envelops his cock. His hands move to her hips and he starts with a slow, shallow thrust.

It's almost nostalgic like this. Reminds him of the less bitter times of Erku.

His pace picks up but not to a fever pitch yet. He's clearly interested in drawing this out and enjoying the journey tonight instead. He focuses instead on the feeling of warmth, her scent, the sound of her voice, and the comforting intimacy here.

"Don't hold back your voice for me."